Firearms in a Fantasy World

Translator: Cinder Translations

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Asoye asked, "Conquer? Who do you plan to conquer?"

Eugene smiled and replied, "Who occupies the fertile plains? Who possesses the lush water and grass?"

Asoye said solemnly, "Are you trying to incite war between the orcs and humans?"

"Incite war? No, my old friend!" Eugene shook his head. "War does not need to be incited; it has always existed between both sides!"

He spoke passionately, "Just a hundred years ago, the Aldor army would emerge from the Neron Valley every year, driving nearby orc tribes away! Do you think that was a peaceful act, dwelling deep in the forest? Damn it, they are uncomfortable living on the plains, yet they won't let us thrive there either. They cruelly set fires, turning the rich pastures into ashes, creating what they call a buffer zone."

"And the establishment of the king's tent changed all that. The orcs united once again under one flag, bravely repelling countless human army attacks."

"Now, while we cannot say we have completely overwhelmed humans, we can proudly say that our victories outweigh our losses. We no longer have to flee in panic at the sight of a human army like we did a hundred years ago."

Asoye remained silent, aware of the heavy history of the orcs; his tribe had migrated deep into the forest to escape conflict.

"All of this was brought by Great Chief Abal and his ancestors; all the children of the plains benefit from the Zarg family. That is why we wholeheartedly support him as our leader."

Eugene waved his arms, so excited that the flames in the fire pit seemed to dance in response.

"Now is the time to gather all our strength and earn more land for the survival of the orcs."

He heavily patted Asoye's shoulder.

"My friend, I know you have a good reputation in this forest, even the humans living here praise you. Why let your reputation fade away with age? Are you willing to just settle down here and quietly turn into a pile of dust?"

"Come on, use your influence to gather the warriors of this forest to follow the king's tent. As long as they are willing to pledge allegiance to the Great Chief, we will welcome even those from human tribes."

Asoye's body trembled slightly, clearly shaken by Eugene's words.

Eugene continued to persuade, "Aldor is reeling from the rebellion of its vassals, Gabella is consumed by succession disputes, and the spiritual leaders of the human world are entangled in religious strife in the bay. They are at their weakest point in thousands of years. Isn't this an opportunity bestowed upon us by the heavens?"

"Asoye, let us join hands to establish great achievements! Think about it: your name will be sung across the vast grasslands, and future generations will take pride in you."

Asoye's shoulders began to shake, and his breathing quickened.

He stared at the flames, hoping to find calm within them.

Finally, his breath gradually steadied, and his gaze became resolute once more.

"No!" he said firmly, almost harshly. "I choose to follow the teachings of my ancestors, living quietly in the forest, avoiding the conflicts on the edge of the plains."

Eugene looked disappointed. "Asoye, you are no longer that hot-blooded warrior. Time has eroded your courage, and comfort has destroyed your will. Now you are just an old orc, hanging on and waiting for illness to consume you."

"Asoye, you are still a selfish person. Because of your cowardice, you bind others with ropes. Don't you think your warriors would prefer not to be as ordinary as you? What about your son? Do you think he would want to be as ordinary as you? Oh! Gunther, what a fine young man he is! I could see in his eyes during the feast that he possesses the courage and ambition of our kind, yet he is held back by a timid father."

Asoye shook his head. "Haha! Eugene, if you were ten years younger, your provocations might have worked. But they have no effect on me now."

"Perhaps you are right; I have become an old man with extinguished ambitions. But I still advise caution regarding war."

Seeing he could not sway his friend, Eugene could only shake his head and sigh.

Asoye asked, "If I may inquire, who does Great Chief Abal intend to target first?"

Eugene's eyes widened. "What do you think of Aldor? As I just said, the rebellion of the vassals has left this country weakened, and the resolution of that rebellion was half-hearted. Now their royal authority has greatly diminished, and the local lords are stirring restlessly."

Asoye waved his hand. "Nonsense! I mean, the only way into Aldor from the plains is through the Neron Valley, which is filled with fortresses and castles. Even if we spent ten years trying to break through, we would get nowhere. As long as this valley is in human hands, no one from the outside can fish in murky waters, no matter how chaotic it is inside."

"Hehe!" Eugene smiled smugly. "Your fixed perceptions have rigidified your thinking! You should know that there is more than one way to enter Aldor."

Asoye furrowed his brow. "How is that possible? Are there other ways... Wait, are you saying...?"

Eugene crossed his arms and said emphatically, "Yes, just as you think!"

"That makes it even more impossible!" Asoye's expression reflected disbelief at Eugene's words.

"Haha, I did not come here just to do business; I also came here for the sake of the impossible."

His happy expression quickly faded, and he let out a heavy sigh.

"Asoye, since you are so stubborn, I won't continue to persuade you. But I hope you won't obstruct me from recruiting other tribes in this forest."

"You can rest assured; if other tribes are willing to follow you, I will not hinder them. That would go against my inner principles. Even within my own tribe, if any warriors wish to join you, I will not stop them, but they cannot use the name of the Blood Ox tribe."

"Good! Asoye, with your word, I can be at ease."

Eugene smoothed out the wrinkles on his face as if the previous argument had never occurred.

"Ah, by the way! Those dwarves should be coming in a few days, right?"

"They always come to trade at this time of year, without exception."

"Great."

The flames in the fire pit continued to leap, providing warmth to the longhouse.

Eugene snored loudly as he fell asleep, while Asoye turned restlessly, unable to find sleep.

(End of the Chapter)

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